S.B. For Me

[Initial list for the weekend...]

[1. Notes On A Scandal (finally) at what is without doubt the most scenically placed venue to see a movie in California...]

[2. Man-crans with him at his hillside hideway mere steps from said venue...]

[3. Tamal de verdura and pechuga suiza and chorizo y queso fundido "in Mexican ware" and the line snaking down Milpas at Julia Child's favorite taqueria...]

[4. Seeing Jessica and maybe finally meeting the guy who finally got her to leave town...]

[5. Breakfast out...there is nothing like several cups of coffee while sitting outside waiting for an omelette at the Summerland Beach Cafe. Or Cajun Kitchen. Or...]

[6. Just driving the one-way streets, curving hillside and beachside roads, and even a stretch of freeway that all were once indelibly home...

[As always, winter has been pretty rough for me this time round, and while today was gorgeous in that way that northern California can be in the middle of February, I am more than ready to trade high rises and gray grit for palm trees, red-tile roofs and sandstone mountains for a few days.]

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[Later: My overuse of the word "finally" in this post is indicative. It's been two years since I've been to Santa Barbara, but it seems like longer; obviously, I'm rarin'.]